Could I have been better
At this or at that
Had I offered more devotion
But of all the this
And all the that
Just two devotions have mattered
Gods and philosophy
Politics and economy
Then fall
To our basest instincts
Defending them
Proselytising them
Exploiting them
Not intended
To diminish
The faithful
But to invite
All the lines
Are precise
And pristine
As to seem
An architect’s model
Atop his desk
Then I notice
The tiny figures
Taking photos and selfies
Arc vs line
Hard vs Supple
Crooked as a fish hook
Straight as an arrow
The well-trodden path
The less-travelled fork
Their loves and lives
All but lost to us
Except for edifices left behind
A story told in rock and refuse
And daytime dreams
Of my construction
But it was not until
I met the Buddha on the road
That I began to heal
There was I
Enthralled in such luminous presence
And all I wanted
Was to worship her
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